the edge
If the conversation is engaging and interesting and hot… all the other stuff is just gravy right??
I like to talk. I’m always disappointed when you reach that point in a new ‘relationship‘ that the conversation stops being all the time and dwindles down to like twice a day. That point is usually right after the first time you have sex. It’s a shame, but I admit I’m sometimes guilty of it too. Even if two people are really in to each other, or at least still very interested in fucking… that constant contact doesn’t last.
The Chef, however… that conversation is still so hot. So hot it has me twisted and at this point I don’t look at his pictures, but I just listen to his voice and wonder. and wait. And hope that once I have him… it doesn’t stop. I would be disappointed. Someties I wonder if we are just good on the phone, on email, text and IM. I hope we don’t totally fizzle in person.
I highly doubt it.
(picture from le chagrin)
The conversation is like edging. His words, like sliding my fingers down inside my panties to stroke my swollen labia. He tells me how much he wants me, as my fingers soak in my wetness, skidding my fingertips over my clit. He talks about licking my pussy I make circles around my clit with two fingers. His breathing, the fast rhythm of his words building me up. I can feel the blood rushing through my body. Deeper than the head of my clit, down deep along each side of my pussy. My body shakes as his words bite at me. My orgasm burns from deep at the base of my sex and explodes as his name pours from my lips. again and again….
I’m left sweating and breathless. Yet still unsatisfied.
Yes, it’s just edging. Teasing.
For now.
Love is when after you fuck, you still feel you want to stay together and hug.